Virginity only matters if you’re lighting the black flame candle to summon witches.
Actually, When people talk about “blood of a virgin”, what’s actually meant is “virgin blood”, aka blood that’s never before been used in a ritual.
Therefore, virginity doesn’t matter for anything.
*noises of comprehension and frustration that I didn’t make that connection before*
americans seem to think there are two accents in england
- tally ho old chum cheerio yes yes wot wot
- YOU AIGHT M8 I’LL FUCK YA UP FOR LOOKIN AT MY TELLY
which is 100% true
actually everyone thinks that
but english people seem to think americans have two accents
- well hidey ho thare I was just goin to round up them there horses
- woah gnarly waves dude lets go eat a hamburger and smoke some weed
I remember one time my senior year
I was in the middle of a breakdown of my own at 2am.
As I was having a panic attack
my friend called me crying and asked if
I’d take her to the hospital and not tell anybody.
I pulled myself out of my own forest fire and went to pick her up.
When I got to her house she met me outside and
the sleeves to her sweater were bloody
and she was quietly crying,
but when she gor in the car I didn’t ask any questions.
I didn’t need to.
The silence spoke for both of us.
I stayed beside her in the hospital for 9 hours,
Held her hand,
and I hugged her a few times.
She saved me from my own demons
for the night
By allowing me to save her from her demons
for the night.
today I burned my tongue on a piece of pizza and I think that it’s a very strong metaphor that sometimes the things you love most in life will hurt you.
augustus, is that you?
no he died
literally nothing ever sounds like a better option than sleep. there are so many books to read, projects to start, stuff to draw, chores to do, people to meet, hobbies to learn, recipes to cook, i could teach myself mandarin fuckin chinese, but i’d rather be unconscious